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Month: April 2016

This is my final entry as Commander of the XCOM forces. The Aliens have been routed, the resistance network has become the de facto government, and the populace is slowly coming to grips with the world as it exists now. We, have been saved.

I’ve written about my experiences, a bit about missions and tactics, but this time, I want to catalog how I accomplished the mission.

Be prepared. Many spoilers.

With the 3rd edition of WARMACHINE and HORDES on their way Privateer Press is running a continuous Hype train straight into Lock and Load. We’ve been privy to a massive amount of spoilers, but even these leave plenty to the imagination.

Today, we had our first look at actual models. The cards for the Mountain King, Eiryss 2, the Slayer and the Trencher Infantry were spoiled in their entirety, and there is a ton to digest. Lets take a look, shall we?

With the 3rd edition of WARMACHINE and HORDES on their way Privateer Press is running a continuous Hype train straight into Lock and Load. We’ve been privy to a massive amount of spoilers, but even these leave plenty to the imagination.

Today, we had our first look at actual models. The cards for the Mountain King, Eiryss 2, the Slayer and the Trencher Infantry were spoiled in their entirety, and there is a ton to digest. Lets take a look, shall we?

The game that has consumed some 110+ hours of my free time, a vast amount of brainpower, and many valuable hours of sleep has at long last been completed. I have defeated the alien menace once and for all. Noble sacrifices were made along the way. Icon, Ice,Volcano, Kid. Hunter, Dynamite, Oni, Hawkeye. The honored dead, our sisters and brothers in arms gave their lives to free us from the, very literal, alien menace.

When all are gone of the old worldA new one will arise

Lock and Load, PP’s convention out in Seattle each year, is my chance each year to step away from running events, judging, and general overseeing in order to play the game I enjoy and get more than a few games in at a time. Last year I managed to pick off 18 Iron Arena games while also judging masters and playing in the team tournament. This year, though, I’ve managed to get into some awesome tournaments.

Last week was a low point. A dark and cramped place which I was sure sunlight would never embrace again. Warmth and comfort were simply memories. The only end, if it ever came, would come from the cold and merciless eyes of an alien overlord.

The bleakness has passed. It was the fire that has finally tempered me into an alien killing monstrosity, as hated by those who I am trying to save as those I am seeking to destroy. I strike from the darkness, leaving nothing but bodies, burning buildings, shell casings. Where I choose to walk, aliens, and their collaborators swiftly perish. They hunt me. They hunt me to prevent themselves from being the prey. It is to late.